Well, yes. It could have been all those things and more if only it had ended Sunday night.
The heroics by Tiger Woods on Saturday at Torrey Pines were beyond incredible, bordering on absurd. Two ocean-liner-length eagle putts and a one-bounce-to-the-bottom chip-in. Sunday, the finish turned into a Three Musketeers bar and looked as if we’d end up with a sleeve of golfers in a playoff. The aforementioned Woods, of course, along with crowd-pleaser Rocco Mediate (c’mon, who isn’t rooting for an everyman named Rocco?) and Lee Westwood.
Come back Monday for an 18-hole playoff? That’s a day later and 10 dollars short (I factored inflation in for you, you’re welcome). That is so 19th century, USGA.
Here’s how exciting a Monday 18-hole playoff is. It’s buzzkill with a capital B, a capital Z and a capital KILL.
When Woods holed that must-make-to-tie birdie putt on the 72nd hole, as you knew he surely would, and went into full celebration mode (or severe abdominal spasms, I’m not sure which), the Open’s excitement metre was pointing toward the red zone marked ‘Ready To Explode.’
Yesterday at 9am Pacific time when Rocco and Tiger returned to the first tee, it was going to be hovering over the brown zone labelled ‘Must We?’
Monday playoffs are inevitably anti-climactic. I don’t hear anybody waxing poetic about the unforgettable shoot-out between Retief Goosen and Mark Brooks at Southern Hills in 2001. Bet you don’t recall a single shot from Payne Stewart’s 18-hole win over Scott Simpson at Hazeltine in ‘91. You’re excused if you don’t remember anything about the entire ‘90s, period. All right, so maybe Hale Irwin’s winning putt on the 18th green at Medinah and his crazed, high-fiving run made that Monday playoff worthwhile in the ‘90 Open.
Oops, wait! That actually happened on the 72nd hole and is pretty much all anyone remembers about that tournament. In fact, Irwin and Mike Donald were still tied after the extra 18, so they went to sudden death. If USGA officials really were sticklers for tradition, they would’ve gone a second 18 that day. So if the playoff goes to sudden death after 18 holes, why don’t we just cut out the middleman and go right to sudden death?
It’s good enough for the Masters. Name a sudden-death Masters finish where you don’t remember every shot. Fuzzy Zoeller makes a putt and flings his putter. Larry Mize chips in. Nick Faldo holes a big putt. Raymond Floyd dunks a shot in a pond. Tiger knocks out Chris DiMarco with a birdie putt. Mike Weir out-survives Len Mattiace.
All right, I’ve got a shred of traditionalist in me. Sudden death is dramatic but maybe too quick after a 72-hole marathon for a major championship. What’s wrong with the sudden-death format was best exposed at last month’s Players Championship when the tournament’s playoff between Sergio Garcia and Paul Goydos was decided by a capricious gust of wind on a par-3 hole where the players were hitting pitching wedges. Pitching wedges? What kind of way is that to decide a champion? You might as well just have a chip-off or maybe a punt, pass and kick contest.
The British Open has it right. A four-hole playoff determined last year’s Open at Carnoustie, where Pádraig Harrington beat Garcia.
Yesterday was a workday. The same TV viewers weren’t back. I have more to say on the subject, but right now I’ve got to call my travel agent. I have to rebook a flight home (that’ll probably cost $1,200), scare up a hotel room and extend my rental car contract.